Island

Sea Level

i got fired from a job which i loved completely. depressed, i retreated to the mountains to meditate.

i returned to the world in Pandemica.

for 8 years or more, she has been the womb for every rediscovery, reinvention, and regeneration of me.

she carries me as she sways gently with life’s undulations.

her name isn’t feminine, but it describes her perfectly.

she is my comfort zone, my cocoon, my island, my safe harbor, my pandemic bubble, my Tardis,

my Jackpot